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As I got up, I felt a pang of hurt, of tenderness. It was as if my life had no point. No point in breathing. Passing out? No. Get over it?? No never. Learning to cope would be the only option. I was limited on time. My time was ticking. Carefully I just forgot about it. I wept myself to sleep for a week but who's fault is that. All you had to do was tell me you loved her. That I was history; Not kill me and hurt me as you did. I could not think of a person I now deteste more than you.
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